Sitting on the Edge of Time

Sitting on the edge of time, seeking for something insideI’m trying to be my authentic self, trying not to hideIt’s a struggle to be sure, there is overwhelming illusionIt’s a miracle not to be forever lost in utter confusion

Perchance it’s right there in the unvarnished present momentThe sublime awareness of the perfection of chaotic fomentSurely we have the choice of ephemeral gloryOr the peace of mind of realizing the true story.